“Wow, this might be the first time I’ll spend Christmas alone...”

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@winchesterkin
“Wow, this might be the first time I’ll spend Christmas alone...”
News || Sam x Chrissy
@xdemonclaus
Her hands were sweaty and cold and besides nervously tapping her feet on the ground, all she could do was bite her lip and tell herself to not run away, for now. Chrissy had been waiting for this meeting for weeks now and wasn’t even sure if he was gonna come. To be fair, she was way early. On the phone he sounded nice, not even questioning her weird behaviour of not telling him what information she had. Still, Chrissy wasn’t sure if she actually should do this. Maybe this Sam Winchester had a perfectly fine life and didn’t need some bomb dropped on him. Maybe he wouldn’t believe her, maybe he’d reject her. Or maybe, well maybe he was just an asshole?
Chrissy’s head was running wild as she scratched the label off her bottle. Her eyes stayed on the door, looking at every person comming in. The longer she sat there the more she wanted to run away. But then her panicing thoughts stopped as she door opened once more, and Chrissy just knew. He was tall, not suspicious looking at all. A little relieved, she stood up and waved shyly to try and get his attention. Now, the relief turned into fear.
“I’m fine... I’m okay...”
Newbie || Dean x Chrissy
themanwholovespie:
( ➳ ) –
Dean had been tapping his fingers along the material of the steering wheel as he drove. The guttural hum of the Impala was the sole sound besides the low volumed rock music pouring from the old car’s speakers. It felt relaxing in a sense– then the hunter heard a voice. Yes, Chrissy… ❝ Yeah… It’s a location of some weird news going around. ❞ He remarked, only briefly taking his eyes off the road. He tossed a newspaper over to her so she could see what he was talking about.
Chrissy opened the newspaper, looking for the case. She was new to the family, new to this life; but she tried being the best niece on this earth. “Oh...” she mumbled as she saw the article about the third child being killed in the same area. “What, um...what do you think it could be?” she asked, trying to sound professional.
Newbie || Dean x Chrissy
@themanwholovespie
Sitting on the passenger’s side, listening to classic rock all day and eating up to six cheeseburgers a week now seemed to be Chrissy’s new life. She was so okay with that...even though, it could get very boring at times. Like this time. Her father wasn’t with them this time. And even though this wasn’t her first time on the road, she was still new to all this. After her four hours of passenger seat sleep, Chrissy opened her eyes, still a bit sleepy, recorgnizing her uncle next to her and a sign on the road that told her where they were. “Alabama?” she asked with a small voice “Dean...why are we in Alabama?” she continued and sat up a bit more.
pipermorganhunts:
“Hm, no! Sam Winchester, yes? He’s alive, just like his brother, your uncle Dean. Feels like Winchesters just don’t die.” she explained, waiting for the other’s reaction.
Chrissy froze, frowning. “What? No... what? How do you know him? And why are you telling me this, where is my father?”
bxthory.
TARANTINO FILM QUOTES MEME.
warning;; some of the content may be nsfw & politically incorrect.
“if you any of you sons of bitches have got anything else to say, now’s your fucking time.“
“you’re acting like a first year fucking thief. i’m acting like a professional.“
“listen kid, i’m not ‘gonna bullshit you, alright?“
“i may be a bastard. but i’m not a fucking bastard.”
“thought that was pretty fucking funny, didn’t you?“
“all you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ‘aint ‘gonna get.“
“you had my curiosity. but now you have my attention.“
"you silver tongue devil you.”
“i’m american, honey. our names don’t mean shit.”
“that woman deserves revenge. and we deserve to die.”
“wiggle your big toe.”
“do you find me sadistic?”
“i’m ‘gonna give you a little something you can’t take off.”
“say ‘what’ again. i dare ya. i double dare you, motherfucker.”
“leave the limbs you’ve lost. they belong to me now."
"and what do i owe this dubious pleasure?"
"you are all in my cool book."
"is she dead? yes or no.”
“i’m the anti christ. you got me a vendetta kinda mood.”
“are you gonna bark all day, dog? or are you gonna bite."
"i will never forgive your ass for this."
"you have every right to ‘wanna get even."
"it ‘aint suicide if you’re already dead."
"have you ever given a foot massage?"
"hate to shatter your ego, but this ‘aint the first time i’ve had a gun pointed at me."
"word of advice, shit head. don’t you ever wake up.”
“you don’t owe her shit."
"wakey, wakey… eggs and bakey."
"i called him a miserable old fool."
"was that a fucking set up or what?"
"you serve the tea. i’m watching my soaps."
"when are you ‘gonna learn that microwave food’ll kill you faster than a bullet?"
"well, ‘aint you so sweet, you make sugar taste just like salt."
"i’m gonna ask you questions. and every time you don’t give me answers, i’m going to cut something off."
"under the circumstances, i think i ought to get a fucking academy award for how natural i’m acting."
"a dogs got personality. personality goes a long way."
"i haven’t killed anybody since 1984."
"pride only hurts. it never helps."
"now the first time you kill somebody, that’s the hardest."
pipermorganhunts:
“You were the one looking for your family, right? Well…um, my name is Piper, and I think I might know your father…and uncle.”
Chrissy sighed, leaning back. “No...you got the wrong person. You can’t know my father. He died, twice.”
“Now...can you help me or are you just wasting my time?”
Starter call!
“Um, can I...help you?”
...had a voice, had a voice but I could not talk